When one workshop instructor
Invites the gathered poets
To chalk poetry all over Austin,
We like children take the chunks of colored calcite
And scribble poetic imagery like graffiti
On bus stop shelters and concrete park benches,
And on the wooden walls of sidewalk sheds
That surround noisy construction sites downtown,
Besides on cement walkways every where we went.
Some writers frame the lines underfoot
With borders like embroidery
Then hopscotch across the streets,
Jumping from haiku to cinquain.
But this day of poetry slips past us
In a pastel trickle of letters
That drip into gutters
When a midday shower washes them away.
Perhaps our spontaneous poems
Have risen with steam to be reprinted
In the rainbows that arch the sky.
Written April 2011, published in Austin International Poetry Festival's 2012 Anthology Di-verse-city